Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.